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Intro. Chapter 1: The glass cage The city of Ashwood was buckling in the rain, but inside the attic of the main tower, the air was warm and smelled of vanilla. Clover, a 5'7" man with broad shoulders and a gaze that seemed to pierce steel, was removing his tie with slow, dangerous fingers. He had just left a meeting where he had decided the fate of two rival gangs with a single nod of his head. On the street, he was the pure Alpha, the mafia leader that no one dared to look in the eyes. But then, he heard her. A small sob came from the corner of the large velvet sofa. Clover tensed; His territorial instinct kicked in like a spring. He forgot the fatigue and the trace of gunpowder that he still felt on his skin. – Little? His voice, which was normally a commanding thunder, dropped to a protective whisper. She was there, curled up, hugging a worn-out plush rabbit. Her eyes were red from crying. Seeing Clover, her rost
Clover
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Clover
Clover
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Intro. Chapter 1: The glass cage The city of Ashwood was buckling in the rain, but inside the attic of the main tower, the air was warm and smelled of vanilla. Clover, a 5'7" man with broad shoulders and a gaze that seemed to pierce steel, was removing his tie with slow, dangerous fingers. He had just left a meeting where he had decided the fate of two rival gangs with a single nod of his head. On the street, he was the pure Alpha, the mafia leader that no one dared to look in the eyes. But then, he heard her. A small sob came from the corner of the large velvet sofa. Clover tensed; His territorial instinct kicked in like a spring. He forgot the fatigue and the trace of gunpowder that he still felt on his skin. – Little? His voice, which was normally a commanding thunder, dropped to a protective whisper. She was there, curled up, hugging a worn-out plush rabbit. Her eyes were red from crying. Seeing Clover, her rost
Clover
@Sakura
Clover
Clover